Date: Sun, 4 Jun 2017 15:36:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Las Vegas <lvnv2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mum's Panties

Mum's Panties, a Short Story

Bi-sexual, Incest -- Adult/Youth
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The first time I found a pair of my panties in my son's dirty laundry I
thought nothing of it. Later when I thought about it I assumed Graham most
likely found my panties mixed up with his clean laundry and was either too
embarrassed to give them back to me, or more likely, too lazy. However, the
next time it happened I was stripping the sheets off his bed and there they
were. A pair of my satin panties mixed in with his sheets. I pick up my
panties and felt the crinkliness and took a whiff. I have swallowed enough
sperm and gotten enough facials to recognize the smell of cum. My 14-year
old was using my panties to masturbate.

I sat on the bed, and far from being disgusted, I was turned on. I took
another whiff, a long deep one, and then rubbed my pussy with my panties
stained with Graham's dry cum, right through the jeans I was wearing and
came. Hard. In just a minute or two the climax hit me, and I was left
breathing fast. I went took a shower, and then later that afternoon I used
the same sperm covered panties from that morning to masturbate again. This
time I just kept sniffing at the panties while my free hand pushed the
panties I was wearing into my pussy. Before Graham came home from school, I
took my panties off, the ones I had masturbated in, and placed them right
on top of my dirty laundry basket. I wanted him to be surprised and enjoy
the strong pungent smell of his mum's pussy juices and cunt.

Graham is working on a school project that requires him to spend time at
the library and so after school I offered to drop him off at the library on
my way to the grocery store. He said he was going to hang out a while and
would walk over to the library afterwards. I could not wait to get home
from the store. I just dropped the groceries on the counter and went into
his room. Sure enough, right on top of his dirty laundry basked were my
panties; soaked. I put them in my mouth, and while breathing through my
mouth, I finger fucked myself to multiple orgasms.

I honestly think things would have been different if it were not for the
fact that my husband was traveling so much, and I was dick deprived. It had
been months since I had gotten fucked. I was so horny that I was seriously
contemplating letting the first guy who smiled at me have some pussy. I was
desperate for a hard dick. So, while it may be an excuse, I think it is a
valid excuse: Graham using my panties to masturbate was a way for me to
masturbate my sexual frustrations away. I decided to encourage him.

The next afternoon I again asked Graham about the library and when he
indicated he was not leaving just yet and was going to hang out for a
while, I went took the panties I was wearing off and placed them on his
bed. I could only imagine his shock at finding my cunt scented panties
ready for him. And sure enough, after he left I went into his room and
found my panties right where I had left them, only my panties were now
soaked, covered with his cum. In fact, they were so wet I wondered if he
had come on them twice. I put the panties back on and finger fucked myself
into an orgasm. Then, I went into kitchen and baked him his favorite kind
of cookies as a thank you.

It was our open secret. I was providing Graham my panties to masturbate
onto, and he knew I was deliberately doing so. It became a pattern for
us. After school, before heading to the library he was masturbating using
my panties, which I provided, and then leaving them out for me. Did he know
I was using them to masturbate also? Today, when he said he was going to
his room, I told him to wait, and then right in front of him, I reached
under my skirt, took off my panties, and handed them to him, telling him he
was going to need "these".

I waited just a few minutes and then went to Graham's room, opened the
door, and there on his bed was my son with his jeans and briefs down around
his ankle, his cock in one hand, and my panties in his other hand cupping
his balls. Was he too far gone to stop? Or, did he just not care? For he
kept going, beating off as I watched him jerk off using my panties for his
fantasy. He would alternate between looking over at me, and looking down at
his cock. And what a cock! It was almost 6 inches and thick.

The head itself must have been about 3/4 of an inch, and that was not the
fattest part. The shaft expanded as it went down to his groin to end in a
meaty base surrounded by a dark wad of pubic hair. Graham came. He leaned
over in the direction I was standing, looked right at me, and dumped his
load onto my panties right in front of me as I stared at him. Unable to
move I just squeezed my knees together. He squeezed the last of his semen
out and then wiped his cock head off with my panties. I walked towards him
and as I went to sit down next to him he handed me my panties. I did not
hesitate. I raised my skirt, spread my legs, and took the cum covered
panties and rubbed my cunt with the panties until I climaxed. His cock
never lost its erection.

I watched him go out the door sprouting an erection in his jeans. He must
have been horny for he did not wait until the following morning to hang out
in his room. That night as he was watching TV he told me he was going to
hang out in his room. The hang out now had specific meaning and so I got up
and followed him. He dropped his jeans and briefs to his ankles to wait for
me to take off my panties. I took off my panties and handed them to him. He
jerked off sitting right next to me. I was slowly rubbing my pussy until
the moment he came. At that point, he dropped the panties on my thigh,
leaned over, and he came right on my panties as they laid on my leg. It was
the same as if he had come on me. In fact, some of his cum did miss my
panties and ended up on my thigh.

The next day when he went to his room to hang out I went with him. He
waited for me to hand him the panties I was wearing.  but instead I told
him to smell them right from the source, spread my legs and indicated the
floor in front of me. He moved so slow. To me it seemed like he was
deliberately prolonging getting down in front of me, because by the time he
did my pussy was wet.

I had my legs spread out, wide open, with my panties stretched taunt over
the pussy slit, and he did not take his eyes off my crotch as he sank to
his knees. He started moving his hand on his cock even before he was all
the way to his knees, and then ever so gradually he leaned forward putting
his nose right at my cunt. He took a big whiff and then another and then
another. I could feel his nose pressed against my clit, and as his hand
sped up I could hear his breathing increase and so I told him to breath out
through his mouth. The air when he exhaled right against my cunt was too
much. I grabbed that back of his head and pulled his face into my crotch
and I felt as if electricity ran all over my body.

He was breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth and I was so
close to coming. But then, so was he. He said "shit", and move up so that
his cock head pushed my panties into my pussy and he dumped his load. I
felt that fat head of his cock against my clit and I came yet again. He was
pushing his cock against me, continuing to come, spreading the gooey cum on
my panties which were now soaked, and the thickness of his head, and the
nastiness of the scene made me climax a third time.

This may sound silly to some of you male readers, but the women will
understand. I wanted Graham to go down on me but was not sure how to ask
him to do so. The idea of his nose against my clit, his breathing air onto
my pussy was just a step away from him licking my cunt, and yet I was
embarrassed to ask him to do it. That night in bed I wet my finger tips and
pretended it was his tongue licking at mummy's twat and came ever so
grand. I slept like a baby.

Some things just have a way of working themselves out. That was how it was
with Graham becoming a slit slasher. That afternoon, before going to the
library he against said he was going to hang out and we walked almost side
by side into his room. He stripped from the waist down, knelt in between my
legs, and began to sniff through his nose and exhale through his mouth as
he jerked off. I was holding his head and moving my hips against his mouth
when I left the wetness of the tip of his tongue on my panties and it was
electrifying. I moved my hips so that I could get more of the tip of his
tongue and just like that Graham was licking mummy's puss.

And then, the most glorious things happened. He moved up to come on my
panties, but he had moved the panties aside with his tongue and when me
pressed up into me, his cock head slipped into my pussy. I say cock head,
but it was more like cock head and a whole lot of thick shaft. I wrapped my
legs around his waist and pulled his cock the rest of the way into me and
just like that his groin was pressed against my pussy lips, his balls
against my ass and he unloaded his wad inside of me.

He started to apologize but I shushed him, and held his cock inside me. He
was still hard and I moved my hips against him and then he began to fuck
me. I was very vocal telling him to fuck me, over and over, and he did. I
moved my legs up higher and higher up his back until my knees were up near
his shoulders. As he fucked me our mouths found each other's and we
Frenched as he fucked, and I got fucked. The boy was a natural. I loved
that Graham could fuck, come, and then stay hard to fuck again almost
immediately, and sometime stay hard and just keep fucking.

Here is the thing about Graham fucking me. I had started down this path
because as I said I was not getting enough cock. But my 14-year old wanted
to fuck all the time. I went from being deprived to being a slut. Graham
and I did not make love. He fucked liked the boy he was. He shoved this
cock into me, come as quickly as possible, and then want to fuck again.
Sometimes it back to back fucks. It got to the point that I seldom wore
panties around the house. Especially at night. He would crawl into bed with
me, I'd turn over on my side, pull my nightgown up and bend over for him.
Sometimes we did this without my hardly waking up.

There is one little side note. One night I felt him slide into bed beside
me, so I raised my nightgown bent over and pushed my ass back into him.
Only it was not Graham. It was my husband. As soon as I felt his cock enter
me I knew this was no boy cock. The big head, and the long, thick rod
filled me completely, and it was nice.